I’m lazy, I know. I’ve been putting off writing about this Zimmermann beauty for yonks. You see, every time I go to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, the unsettling feeling of expectation washes over me. The very real fear of not doing this frock the justice it deserves reaches new levels, but today is a new day and I’m biting the bullet. Brave I know, so here goes.

This exquisitely constructed feat of design and beauty is tes— somebody stick a bloody sock in me. Being a pretentious tosser, although typically effective for me, isn’t good enough today. The idea of letting the images speak for themselves appeals too, but again, the pretentious tosser actually featured in photos rules that one out. Gross. So after exhausting all possible writing avenues I’ve settled on stating the obvious for you all and yes, you are so very welcome. This dress is pretty, very pretty. The kind of pretty that punches you in the throat every time you see it. It radiates quality and is a pretty badass option for summer or winter, day or night. Just go out and buy the damn thing; the best advice I’ve produced for you all today.

Wearing: Zimmermann Mischief Rosette dress
Photos: Anastasia Borrelli